Attacking My “Fear of White”

I have written over and over about being inspired to try my hand at painting again. Of starting a new habit and how that actually has to have action added to actually make a change.

I have not delved into watercolor and brushes… yet. BUT I have taken a step forward and broke out the colored pencils and a few of my pictures from my photography portfolio.

I figure I need to brush up a bit before picking up a brush loaded with pigment and attacking my “fear of white” as a new friend called it in the comments here.

Yesterday, my youngest sat quietly at the table, alone, drawing. And the Holy Spirit whispered, what a great opportunity to spend time with her while hiking forward in faith on this path back to Art.

So I got out the sketch pad and didn’t look back.

I did not take a photo of it before I started layering in the color. Ooops!

So far…

 

Don’t miss the final product when it is done!

Like the Grains of Sand

As I wandered the beach with grains of sand under my feet so numerous they could not be counted, I was reminded of God’s wonderful works and his thoughts toward me.

More than can be numbered…

Many, O LORD my God,

are thy wonderful works which thou hast done,

and thy thoughts which are to us-ward:

they cannot be reckoned up in order unto thee:

if I would declare and speak of them,

they are more than can be numbered.

~Psalm 40:5


And thoughts of peace…

For I know the thoughts that I think toward you, saith the LORD,

thoughts of peace, and not of evil, to give you an expected end.

~Jeremiah 29:11

 

How good God is to me…

Even though they can’t be numbered in their entirety, it is a good practice to try anyway…

796. the twinkling lighs of fireflies scattered in the quiet darkness of the yard

797. quiet hum of the air conditioner upstairs

798. gentle breeze of the ceiling fan overhead

799. brilliant red cardinal perched upon a black roof

800. the opportunity to take care of my dad

801. the smell/fragrance of freshly cut grass

802. waking up at “home”

803. he jumped out of the car exclaiming, “its good to be home!”

804. dogs wet with morning dew after rolling around in the grass together

805. dogs running free and oh-so-happy in a fenced in yard

806. children splashing, laughing, giggling…

807. Grandma’s pool

808. the thunderstorm went around us

809. genuine friends

810. “you cannot loose a friend you don’t have”

811. the path left behind where feet have trod through morning dew drenched grass

812. size ten jeans, and they are somewhat loose (I haven’t been able to wear them since 2007!)

813. truth found in God’s word

814. early morning fog

815. falling asleep and waking up, hearing nothing but the hum of the fridge

816. his hand warm and soft, yet firm in mine

817. early morning stroll on the beach

818. kicking a tennis ball down the beach together

819. it’s so clear you can see Atlantic City from 30 miles away

820. mimosa blossoms, smell so sweet, and I love how they look so soft and fluffy

821. spirals of conch shells

822. resisted buying the fudge

823. the fudge tasted so wonderful, glad it was just a sample

824. Starbucks with my husband, him reading a book, me surfing blogs

825. dinner on the beach

826. watching the sunset over the bay

827. early morning stroll while watching the sunrise

828. seagulls that laugh

829. early morning kayaking on the back bay

830. Mary Ann Pastry Shoppe’s Cream Filled Donuts

831. Black Berry Blast ice cream from The Yum Yum Affair… oh, that’s right they renamed it YUM YUMS… I’ll stick with the old name.

832. full rainbow stretching its arms across the sky, His promise continuing to be fulfilled with each passing day

833. 18 years of wedded bliss

834. I said yes after 18 days and 18 years later I am still saying yes every. single. day.

835. I’m so thankful that I married my best friend

Linking up over at Ann’s today.

Won’t you join in and start keeping a list of the gifts of grace He has blessed you with each moment of the day.

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Home: Five Minute Friday

It is Friday and I actually have five minutes to join in over at Lisa-Jo’s place for Five Minute Friday. The challenge is to set a timer for five minutes and just write, no editing when done. Just hit “publish”.

Today’s prompt is “Home”.

Timer set…

GO!

I pack suitcases and we heave them into the car and pull out of our country driveway.

We are off to spend a night at my parents house so we can be there early in the morning for a funeral the next day.

Pulling in the driveway of my parents home, the van comes to a stand still, the engine is turned off, and as Mr. Sharkshoes gets up out of his seat and jumps out of the van he joyfully exclaims, “Its so good to be home!”

He is now six and has lived on the otherside of the world for most of his life and though we live only an hour and a half away from the grandparents, THIS HOUSE is home to him. My oldest daughter echos the sentiment as she gathers her books and heads off to curl up on Grandma’s couch to continue reading.

Night falls and I fall into bed and listen to silence.

There is peace and quiet, though they live in suburbs with houses on either side.

As I wake up in the morning to the pitter-patter of squirrel feet running across the rooftop. I smile, happy that it is not the sound of trucks jake-breaking down the hill or the thunderous noise of Harleys headed north to tour the Lancaster, PA countryside. For though we live in the country, we live on a very noisy, heavily traveled, main road.

I lie still and listen to the quiet, and whisper thanks to God for the peace.

It is good to come home to the quiet and familiar.

Home, a place of quiet rest.

STOP.

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A Lap Full Of Love

She came in first.

Blond hair tumbling down to her waist all messy and tumbled.

Big blue eyes and a wide smile.

How could  I say no?

She climbs into my lap and pulls her feet up, knees almost to chest.

She likes to sit curled up in a ball.

We rock.

My arms circling her tiny self that is growing far too quickly taller.

She smells so fresh and clean.

Her forehead and cheeks brushing against my cheek, hers so soft and smooth.

She holds ‘Sophia’ tightly while fingering her ear with the tips of her fingers.

We rock a bit more.

He arrives all tussled and sleepy-eyed.

He’s got and arm-load of stuffed dogs and the three of them all climb into my lap as well.

He takes the other shoulder and my arms now enfold two.

More soft blond hair, soft, smooth cheeks and fresh smelling goodness.

Thankfully, they both fit into my lap, these two who are the best of friends.

He is her prince and protector, who sweetly plays “mommy n daddy” together with her, taking care of babies and “doing chores”.

She looks up to him, big blue eyes wide open, love spilling out of them. He is her hero and her big brother.

They chatter while they snuggle in my lap.

She asks for breakfast and he offers to make it for her.

They climb out leaving my lap empty but my heart so full.

I sit quiet with my heart almost bursting, thanking and praising God for the place He has brought me to.

A mom of four, who at one time never wanted even one.

 

Gratitude: My list continues…

My quest to 1000 Gifts continues…

776. red-winged black bird, perched on roadside

777. He is my shield and defender

778. mocking bird’s song

779. children enjoying playing in the stream

780. wide open grassy spaces

781. new friendships flourishing

782.  old friendships repaired by Jesus…

783.        …flourishing once again

784. Sugar-free Coffeemate creamer

785. the mocking bird who “owns” the top corner of the roof

786. blue heron statue-standing beside the country stream

787. the melody of the babbling brook

788. children laughing in paddle boats

789. softball games and outfield chatter

790. potluck table spread with delicious food

791. the smell of chicken and hot dogs sizzling on the grill

792. my early morning walking companion

793. “Thanks for making me cry this morning.”

794. irridescent dragonflies that fluttered like butterflies

795. 16 lbs. *LOST* (wooohoooo!)

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